And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2068 | 2015-11-06 10:03:58 | 79.26 | 93% |
| 1933 | 2015-08-11 03:19:57 | 95.04 | 99% |
| 1707 | 2015-05-04 13:16:10 | 78.83 | 96% |
| 1502 | 2015-04-19 13:29:22 | 94.65 | 100% |
| 1000 | 2015-04-07 00:38:08 | 75.13 | 94% |
| 462 | 2015-03-26 14:39:47 | 70.48 | 95% |